Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

In the capital city of the Great Qian Dynasty, at the Ministry of Revenue.

The lobby was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the constant clatter of abacus beads.

Liu Yiyi, dressed in a magnificent purple and gold gown, sat regally in the main seat.

Three half-meter-high mountain of ledgers were piled up in front of her, all containing the monthly revenue of the Great Qian Royal Trading Company.

"Snapped!"

Liu Yiyi's slender fingers suddenly flicked off an abacus bead.

But the next second, her movements froze.

My mind was filled with the image of Lin Mo being dragged into the void rift by those strange chains.

My heart clenched suddenly.

"Your Majesty..."

Below, Wang Wenyuan, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and carefully brought forward an account book.

"The accounts for transporting black iron in Jiangnan Road seem... seem to be inconsistent."

Liu Yiyi snapped out of her daze, her brows furrowing slightly: "What's wrong?"

Wang Wenyuan swallowed hard and pointed to the end of the ledger: "The balance you just calculated is three million taels less than the actual cash deposited into the treasury."

Three million taels!?

This was an enormous sum of money in the Great Qian Dynasty, enough to shock the entire court and the public.

Liu Yiyi looked at the numbers on the abacus and her face turned pale instantly.

She actually made such a basic mistake.

As the head housekeeper of the Lin family, even the smallest mistake wouldn't escape her notice.

But today, she miscalculated three huge sums of money.

"Recalculate."

Liu Yiyi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart, her voice as cold as ice.

"Bring over yesterday's ledger as well, I'll check it again."

Wang Wenyuan looked at Liu Yiyi's slightly protruding pregnant belly, and hesitated to speak.

"Your Majesty, you've been sitting here for four hours now, why don't you rest first..."

"I said I'd recalculate!"

Liu Yiyi suddenly raised her voice.

All the officials in the hall were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground in unison.

Liu Yiyi bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging deep into her palm.

She can't stop.

Whenever I stop, all I can think about is the fear of Lin Mo's uncertain fate.

She had to numb herself with endless work.

The purse strings of Daqian are Lin Mo's foundation, and she must protect them for him.

Just as the atmosphere in the lobby reached its most oppressive point, a series of timid footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"Sister Yiyi..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet noticeably hoarse.

Liu Yiyi looked up.

Gu Meng'er was seen standing at the door carrying a three-tiered sandalwood food box.

She was wearing a loose, plain-colored long dress, which made her figure appear even thinner.

The moment Liu Yiyi saw Gu Meng'er, her feigned coldness crumbled instantly.

"You may all step back."

Liu Yiyi waved her hand.

Wang Wenyuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly led the group of officials out of the hall, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

Liu Yiyi quickly went to meet her and took the food box from Gu Meng'er's hand.

"Meng'er, what brings you here? You're pregnant; didn't the imperial physician tell you to rest at home?"

The food box was placed on the table.

Just as Liu Yiyi was about to pull Gu Meng'er down to sit, her gaze suddenly stopped.

Gu Meng'er's usually fair and radiant baby face was now deathly pale.

Her once bright and lively eyes were now bloodshot, and there were two deep bruises below her eye sockets.

He looked so haggard that he seemed like a gust of wind could knock him over.

"You didn't sleep again last night?"

Liu Yiyi held Gu Meng'er's hand tenderly.

It was ice-cold to the touch, with no warmth at all.

Gu Meng'er's fingers were trembling violently.

She stared blankly at Liu Yiyi, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

"Sister Yiyi..."

Gu Meng'er's lips trembled, her voice filled with heartbreaking despair.

"I had a dream last night that my husband was covered in blood..."

Liu Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly reddened.

But she clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to let the tears fall.

"Sister Yiyi, dreams are the opposite of reality, right?"

"My husband... he'll be alright, he'll definitely come back, won't he?"

Gu Meng'er clung tightly to Liu Yiyi's arm.

The fingernails had dug into Liu Yiyi's flesh due to excessive force.

Liu Yiyi felt a piercing pain in her arm.

But the pain in her heart was a thousand times more intense than the pain in her arm.

Looking at Gu Meng'er's pale, doll-like face, and seeing her trembling with extreme fear, Liu Yiyi almost burst into tears on the spot.

How could she not be afraid?

She too had nightmares.

These past few days, whenever she closes her eyes, all she sees in her mind is the image of Lin Mo being forcibly dragged into the void rift by that strange chain.

But she couldn't cry.

Su Qingyue was still in her postpartum period, and Qin Ruxue had to take charge of the army. The entire financial burden and logistics of the Great Qian Dynasty rested on her shoulders.

She is the head housekeeper of the Lin family. If even she breaks down, the family will truly fall apart.

"Silly girl."

Liu Yiyi forced back the tears in her eyes and pulled Gu Meng'er into a tight embrace.

She gently patted Gu Meng'er's thin back, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Dreams are always the opposite of reality."

"Don't you even consider what kind of person our husband is?"

Gu Meng'er buried her face in Liu Yiyi's shoulder and cried like a helpless child.

"But...but that masked woman is so powerful, she can ignore an army of 100,000..."

"So what if he's impressive?" Liu Yiyi interrupted her, her tone carrying a hint of certainty. "Have you forgotten that our husband is also very impressive?"

"He could even kill the sect leader of the Xuantian Sect, who was at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, with a single blow!"

"Those strange and unusual elixirs and magical treasures in his possession, aren't they all divine objects that defy the laws of nature?"

Liu Yiyi cupped Gu Meng'er's face in her hands and gently wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

"Besides, don't you know your husband well enough?"

"He's full of bad intentions; he's always the one who schemes against others. When has it ever been anyone's turn to bully him?"

"With that silver tongue of his, capable of talking a dead man back to life, he's probably trying to fool that woman right now!"

Gu Meng'er was stunned for a moment.

Lin Mo's usual carefree, cunning, and roguish demeanor flashed through my mind.

It seems... Sister Yiyi is right.

My husband is so smart and capable, how could he possibly suffer a loss?

"Really...really?" Gu Meng'er sobbed, looking at Liu Yiyi with pleading eyes.

"Of course it's true! When has Sister Yiyi ever lied to you?"

Liu Yiyi nodded emphatically and reached out to touch Gu Meng'er's slightly protruding belly.

"You're carrying two babies now, and your emotions are fluctuating so much. What if that harms the fetus?"

"When my husband returns safe and sound and sees you so thin and skinny, he'll be heartbroken."

If he blames me for not taking good care of you, where can I complain?

Gu Meng'er subconsciously touched her stomach.

Feeling the tiny yet resilient life inside her, the fear in her eyes slowly faded.

"Hmm... I can't harm the fetus, I have to take good care of myself."

Gu Meng'er sniffed and tried to force a smile that looked worse than crying.

"That's right."

Liu Yiyi pulled Gu Meng'er to the desk and pressed her shoulder to make her sit down.

"Come, take a look at these account books."

Liu Yiyi pointed to the mountain of account books on the table and took a deep breath.

"My husband has entrusted us with the purse strings of the Great Qian Dynasty; this is his foundation, and we cannot afford to ruin it for him."

"I was distracted just now and made a mistake in calculating a sum of three million taels. You are so meticulous, please check it again for me."

As Gu Meng'er looked at the account books, her eyes gradually hardened.

"Okay! I'll help Sister Yiyi with the accounts!"

"We want to make our business huge, with branches all over the continent, and make tons of money!"

Gu Meng'er clenched her little fists and said through gritted teeth.

"When my husband comes back, I'll scare him to death!"

Liu Yiyi chuckled and reached out to pinch Gu Meng'er's nose.

"Alright, let's scare that heartless bastard to death with the money."

The lobby fell silent once again.

All that remained was the crisp, clattering sound of the abacus beads.

Although Gu Meng'er is timid and introverted, she has an exceptional talent for accounting and data management.

With her help, Liu Yiyi's pressure was greatly reduced.

Two pregnant women transformed their grief and fear into motivation, plunging headlong into the vast accounts of the Daqian Royal Trading Company.

They must protect Lin Mo's family business.

Wait for him to come back.